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Apr. 30th, 2004 11:26 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wickedfleaOK, I'm ready for lunch.
Fuck, it's only 10:17. Damn that.
Ok, that failing, I need another cuppa coffee. I wonder if I can excape here for a few minutes for a cuppa coffee. I'll give it a shot in a minute.
I keep dreaming about moving out of the house I lived in from ages 9-22. It's been a recurring dream for years, but recently I've been having it an awful lot. Sometimes the moving is just a backdrop to the rest of the dream, and sometimes it's a major ordeal, like we have to be out of town the next day and nothing's packed. And Fool has come over ostensibly to help but ends up getting all up in the way. And at the last minute we've discovered that we do in fact have an attic full of shit.
Another dream I often have--and sometimes it's actually tied up with the moving one--is that I'm back working in fast food. The other night I dreamed that I took a night job at BK in the hopes that it would spur my memory and motivation to sit down to write my burger-flipping memoir. And of course my boss was once again Rodney T. Riddle, and I had to fucking grovel to get him to rehire me. How degrading.
If I start dreaming about my ultra-brief stint as a vacuum cleaner demonstration agent, I'm gonna kill myself. Did I ever tell y'all that story? It's a harrowing tale of bullet-ridden house trailers, a van leader named Junebug, and the American Dream gone Wrong.
C'mon lunchtime.
Fuck, it's only 10:17. Damn that.
Ok, that failing, I need another cuppa coffee. I wonder if I can excape here for a few minutes for a cuppa coffee. I'll give it a shot in a minute.
I keep dreaming about moving out of the house I lived in from ages 9-22. It's been a recurring dream for years, but recently I've been having it an awful lot. Sometimes the moving is just a backdrop to the rest of the dream, and sometimes it's a major ordeal, like we have to be out of town the next day and nothing's packed. And Fool has come over ostensibly to help but ends up getting all up in the way. And at the last minute we've discovered that we do in fact have an attic full of shit.
Another dream I often have--and sometimes it's actually tied up with the moving one--is that I'm back working in fast food. The other night I dreamed that I took a night job at BK in the hopes that it would spur my memory and motivation to sit down to write my burger-flipping memoir. And of course my boss was once again Rodney T. Riddle, and I had to fucking grovel to get him to rehire me. How degrading.
If I start dreaming about my ultra-brief stint as a vacuum cleaner demonstration agent, I'm gonna kill myself. Did I ever tell y'all that story? It's a harrowing tale of bullet-ridden house trailers, a van leader named Junebug, and the American Dream gone Wrong.
C'mon lunchtime.
